Friday, June 12, 2015

Berlin - Osterfest



I can't believe that I never got around to writing up our week-long stay in Berlin for Osterfest.

Sir very nicely kept a proper itinerary of everything that we did - but it seems rather odd to write the full diary entry that I would normally do, so late after the event...

Off course we had the most amazing time. Sir had booked our hotel stay over a year ago, and so we and had the true luxury of our own mini suite of rooms at the amazing Art Hotel Connection - with a nice big bedroom, a small kitchen - and our own nicely outfitted playroom...:




Despite this distraction, we still managed to get out to several parties (including both the Rubber and Biker nights at Scheune and, my favourite, the 'In Dog we trust' dog-party - where I also got to meet up with Greg Kinky - a Handler I have long admired).

We also got to catch up with a bunch of friends old and new - far too many to name one by one - and did a whole lot of shopping (we called into Mr.B so many times that they eventually threatened to ration us to only one visit a day ;) ), and ate a shit load of gorgeous cakes!



Needless to say, we spent a fair amount of time 'entertaining' ourselves in the room though. I mean, it would have been a sin not to...

My favourite had to be the suspension rig. It's been a long-time fantasy of both my Man and I to have me inverted and suspended at just the right height so I can use my tongue and throat to pleasure my Man whilst so utterly helpless. It was an intense experience - not least because Sir gave me a thorough flogging whilst suspended beforehand - each thud of the flogger making my body twitch and swing, and my helplessly trapped cock leak into my leather cod-piece. It was incredibly disorientating to be blindfold and gagged, my legs and back stretched out and the blood pooling in my head - but lord did it get my endorphins flowing.

It was an experience we repeated a few times during our stay...





The sling was of course equally pleasurable. Fully adjustable, with the leg-chains on heavy duty springs to give a little extra 'bounce'; it was so comfortable, and I felt so completely 'afloat' that I was able to simply surrender and open my hole - and whole body - completely for my Man - and let Him fuck me deeper, longer and harder than we have ever managed before.

Fuck but it felt good to simply open and let go - and let my Man turn me into a greedy pig of a fuck-boy, growling and begging Him to take me, FUCK me and make me whole...




I did let Sir get some time in the sling Himself though - so He could relax and let the dog go to work on His hole and His beautiful meat. I mean - faced with such a Godly focus, how could you not kneel and worship...





 It was a fantastic visit - and the most incredible stay.


I love you Sir - balls to bone, and everything in between

Monday, June 08, 2015

Liverpool - and the three Queens

Sir and I went up to Liverpool a few weeks ago - partly to be there for the visit of the Cunard 'Three Queens' (the three of Cunard's largest cruise ships: Queen Mary, Queen Victoria, and Queen Elizabeth), but also so that the pup could visit my Mum and Dad.

With a weekend of promised sunshine, we decided to make it our first proper bike-run of the year together - and so we packed light, pulled on our best and most comfortable Leathers, and headed off.


We decided to take the long-road: up to the Trentham Estate for a break, then on through the A roads and beautiful countryside of Cheshire (making a stop at both the gated community at Wychwood Park, and a lovely Marina on the Shropshire canal). It was a perfect day for riding: sunny but not too hot, with scudding clouds and empty winding roads - and my Man chatting and laughing away in my headset...

We got to Liverpool early in the evening. We were staying at a newly finished Premier Inn at Birkenhead - it was so new you could smell the new paint and carpets! We had a great room too - with a lovely big bed, at just the *right* height ;)

I made Sir a cup of tea, whilst I unpacked for Him - then we decided to make a little bumble around to see what we could see: heading first to the ferry terminal at Woodside, to gaze across the Mersey at the Liverpool docks and skyline...


From there it was a zoom along to New Brighton and a Tapas supper - watching a wet-suited free-swimmer bravely ploughing through the waters of the dock below us - then it was home for a hot chocolate and a proper pup-snuggle...

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We had planned to spend Friday 'bike-free', so the morning saw us pull on denim and tackies as we headed back to the docks to catch the world famous "Ferry 'cross the Mersey" (and yes, they did play *that* song at every stop...!). Despite growing up just outside Liverpool, I've never ridden the ferry, so it was quite an emotional and proud-filled journey; it's also a fantastic way to see the city - with its new 'Liverpool One' New-York styled skyline - and the twin-hurled catamaran ferry to Ireland..




I dragged Sir around the Albert Docks, looking at the Tall Ships getting ready to join the welcoming flotilla for The Queens later in the weekend - then we hopped an open-topped bus for a tour of the city. I learnt more about my old home-city in that hour than I did in 10 years of living there.

We planned to go around a second time so we could hop off to visit some of the sights - but, unfortunately, the bus sprang a fuel leak, so we all had to climb off and go by foot...! We didn't mind though, as it gave us a chance to stretch our legs as we made a visit to the famous Cavern Street, had a leisurely stroll though Liverpool One, took a genteel afternoon tea at John Lewis - and picked up some interesting cheeses at the International Food Market on the docks. Finally, it was back to the ferry terminal to hop the ferry back to our hotel, and then out for a fantastic Chinese at a Restaurant the pup found on Trip Advisor,  just around the corner from our hotel.

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Saturday morning we headed back to New Brighton, so Sir could take me out to Fort Perch Rock. Sir has some incredible memories (and stories!) of when the Fort was tidal - and occasionally used by the MSC club for overnight parties, free in the knowledge that any Police raids would require the coastguard to help them gain access. We had immense fun climbing around, enjoying both the view, and Sir's memories; we even had a fascinating chat with the current owner when he overheard us chatting and came over to ask Sir about some MSC insignia he'd found in one of the old storerooms...



Saturday afternoon was then  dedicated to seeing my Mum and Dad. 

Both are proper 'Northern' - despite us Kids spending much of our formative years 'down South'; my Dad comes from a deeply religious family in  Liverpool (with uncles, cousins and brothers all taking Holy Orders), my Mum from a farming and Trade family in Ormskirk; Dad skipped the church and joined the Jacobs biscuit firm (of Cream Crackers fame) as a distribution Exec - which meant us moving around a lot as kids whilst he set up automated warehouses for them all over the country. When they came to retire, they decided to return up to Lancashire to be 'amongst their own folk' - and settled in Formby, just a mile or so from the incredible Formby sands, rare dune habitat, and the red squirrel reserve. 

It's a beautiful spot - but a good 4/5 hours up the hideous M6 from us, which is why I don't get to see them as often as I should. And why I had spent the last four months crocheting my Mum a shawl, 'so you can wrap yourself in my love, even when I am far away...')




Sir met both my parents last year - both on our last jaunt up to Manchester, and at Geoff and mine's handfasting last Samhein. He is such a gentleman that they both fell in love with Him, just as I have (even if my Dad still hasn't quite worked out the *full* nature of our 'friendship' - or quite why I wear a locked chain collar whenever I'm with Him ('Better not to ask, dear...' is all my Mum will say when he asks... ;) ). Dad insisted on taking off for a drive to Southport in his newest car - with Sir trying to show adequate levels of enthusiasm for MPG, suspension, and every other little piece of auto-excitement my Dad enthused about (my Dad does love his cars - and even made Sir look through the photo album and spreadsheet of every one of the 23 cars he's owned in his life... Sir was very good at feigning interest in that too...! :) )

Southport was an eye opener: Lord Street is beautiful, with Victorian colonnaded shops and covered arcades, and several nice hotels; Sir and I recon we will stay there next time we play to run up to the North - there even looks to be a weekly bike night on the Sea front.

We ended the day with my Dad treating us to a surprisingly pleasant meal at their local 'carvery' pub - and parted promising to come back again soon.

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Sunday was originally planned to be the day we saw The Queens - however, they must have changed their sailing dates after we booked our trip, because most of the full festivities were now organised for the Monday and Tuesday - long after we'd left. 

We did get to see the Cunard flagship Queen Mary in dock though - which was an incredible sight!



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The trip home was a little cloudier than the one up - but even more scenic.

We stopped off at Port Sunlight, to see the amazing 'garden village' and civic buildings - built by the Lever family to house the workers at their factory in philanthropic comfort and civic pride - then stopped at the National Waterways Museum at Ellesmere Port on the Manchester Ship Canal (to take a quick piss break, and let the pup ogle a few canal boats...) We kept the canal theme running by taking the long road underneath the stunning Pontcysyllte viaduct on the Llangollen canal - and then took a lazy tea by the river in Shrewsbury (were my lovely tattooist Jo and her gorgeous partner Matt now live, and have their new Un1ty private tattoo studio) - before a lazy zoom back through Shropshire and home to Gloucestershire.


It was a wonderful weekend. Thank You Sir!


Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Have your say: #PupPlay #Survey - last call

I'm very happy to report that I've had 60 responses to the survey I put up on Survey monkey a month or so ago, asking for your help in writing a new book on puppy-play: 'An old dog's advice to new pups'.

Thank you to everyone who took five minutes to share their thoughts and experiences with me - as I promised, these ideas will be incorporated into the new book that I am writing for the Nazca Plains Corp., updating the information in their original publication 'Woof!' (to date the only mainstream book on puppy play).


I'll keep the survey up for another few weeks - so if you've not responded yet, take the chance and do it NOW!  All responses are anonymous, but you will have had your chance to help guide the path of newbie pups and future players for years to come...!


An old dog's advice to new pups:
A call for submissions to a new book on puppy-play




Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Plugged pup

Sir, 
Your dog was a true pervert pup this morning, going through his morning exercise regime with his fuck-hole filled with cold steel. That cold weight, teasing open my hole and bumping my prostrate with each push-up, dip and step - swollen nipples and thickening cock, both pressed hard and bulging against the tightness of my lycra body-suit, damp with sweat and leaking precum in a sticky stain... It felt so damned good to work out, breathless and horny - thinking of how my Man would be growling His encouragement as I pushed my aching body towards perfection - knowing that were He here, He would be sitting back, enjoying the sight of His pup's sweating muscles moving beneath their lycra sheath, his but-cheeks tensing as they fought to hold the plug tight - and the tell-tale circular press of the plug-base filling that sensitive, sweat-slick, groove... 
I'm not sure which was the biggest buzz: the adrenaline rush of cardio, the endorphine high of arousal, or the oxytocin wash of submission. 
The plug felt so good in fact that I couldn't bear to pull it free after my workout was done - and found myself pulling on my work clothes over the top: forcing that plugged hole and my still-hard puppy-cock into a tight pair of briefs, and hoping that the twitching pre-cum leaking will lessen through the day, or else the stain-of-shame will be soaking through into my jeans. 
As I go through my day, it feels good to know and feel that I am secretly full - and that I am doing so to train my hole, ready to give my Man as much pleasure as He wishes to take from me, when we head to Berlin in only 7 days time.
I am, always and all ways
YOUR pup,
bootbrush

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

#Rubber clearout


Its Spring - and time to rationalise my gear collection to make room for some interesting planned purchases...

Everything that goes will be for sale to add extra coppers to my 'Pervert's fund', so keep your eyes pealed on here and eBay if you fancy getting a bargain (or even just a little piece of bootbrush ;) )

Thursday, March 05, 2015

#Pup-play survey: 55 responses in just 14 days!

Two posts in one day? blimey ;)

I just wanted to share the progress of the 'An old dog's advice to new pups' survey. It's only been open for 14 days, but I've already received 55 responses:



Thank you to everyone who has responded so far: all of your responses have been incredibly useful and insightful, no matter how small. I can't get back to everyone individually, but you can be certain that you have gone a long way to helping make this new book a reality.

I'm going to leave the survey up for another few weeks, to give everyone a chance to have their say - so please do pass the link around as much as you like:


The more responses I get, the more informed and relevant I can make the book to the whole community.

I'll be analyzing some of the data once the survey closes - and hope to share some of the results here; I then plan to start serious work on the book over the summer, so keep checking in to see how it progresses.




And - we're back on! (Blogger scraps it's 'no #porn T&Cs)

It's official: Google has reversed its decision to ban the sharing of  'Adult content' on Blogger:


An update on the Blogger porn content policy

This week, we announced a change to Blogger’s porn policy stating that blogs that distributed sexually explicit images or graphic nudity would be made private.
We’ve received lots of feedback about making a policy change that impacts longstanding blogs, and about the negative impact this could have on individuals who post sexually explicit content to express their identities.
We appreciate the feedback. Instead of making this change, we will be maintaining our existing policies.

What this means for blog owners

  • Commercial porn will continue to be prohibited.
  • If you have pornographic or sexually explicit content on your blog, you must turn on the adult content setting so a warning will show. If a blog with adult content is brought to Google’s attention and the content warning is not active, we will turn on the warning interstitial for you. If this happens repeatedly, the blog may be removed.
  • If you don't have sexually explicit content on your blog and you're following the rest of the Blogger Content Policy, you don't need to make any changes to your blog.


This is fantastically good news, especially for those of us with blogs that share and express our sexual and fetish orientated aspects of our identities. It's also good news that Google listened to its community of users and changed its plans accordingly.

I guess even huge Corporations have to pay attention to their users, and not just the bottom-line.


Of course, there's no guarantee that they won't change their minds in the future. I'm guessing that they had pressure from somewhere to make their original 'anti-porn' change, and I'm pretty damn sure that those same parties will continue to exert the same pressures to 'persuade' them to change back. For now, libertarianism has won the upper hand, but that's not an excuse to sit back and relax. Freedom to express yourself is only a freedom as long as it is used...


But were does that leave this blog?

For now, exactly were it is. I'm happy with the Blogger service,and the freedom to edit whilst on-the-go; I'm also very happy to have established such a broad and interested readership here - and fear losing some of you were I to jump ship to elsewhere. I also like the accessibility and 'Public-ness' of the Blogger space; I could join the general drift of blogs moving over to any number of the 'gay/fetish' specific hosts, but that would then remove me from the public view entirely, and I think there is a real benefit in being open and visible to everyone, so everyone has a chance to learn a little about our scene (within suitably 'adult' safe-guards of course). Tucking myself away in one of the 'fetish ghettos' might make me safer, but it won't help to educate the interested but not yet involved...

That said, I'm still exploring the possibility of updating our Panskin site, and that includes the possibility of moving some/all of the blog to there, but that won't be for a while - and I'll give you plenty notice if that's what I decide to do in the end.

Meantime - thanks to Google for doing the right thing and sticking with us.


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